connielingus

I don't know what to write about in my journal. My mind is kinda saturated with thoughts of a loved one who's halfway across the world, and I don't think they're coming back. I feel so boring that I have nothing better to talk about than my relationship.
Met this friendly gay fellow in a bar last night. He was drunk enough to open up to me and not care that I'm a perfect stranger. His story was definitely not boring.He told me he'd just recently lost his partner to AIDS. They'd been together for 12 years and were always monogamous. His eyes threatened tears as he tried to remain composed. Told me he quit his job of many years to stay beside him as he suffered for almost a year in a hospital bed. He said "Watching someone die slowly is the worst experience you'll ever have. It's not like in the movies, not romantic." I wanted to wrap my arms around him. His story was so sad. And he seemed so lonely, yet managed to remain somewhat sunny. I wish I'd had enough $ on me to have picked up his tab. Such nice people I've met lately with such heartbreaking stories.
I need something more positive to reflect on in life. Hmmmm..... My only thing to look forward to is next Sunday's Suicide Girls show in Philly. I plan on getting shitfaced. Gotta conive my way outta working that night. See if one of my new co-workers will cover my shift. It's not easy being a 50ft queenie.
I repeat again kids, if anyone's listening, please help me!!! I'm having major technical difficulties making my profile pic look normal.